Unglamorous Knickers - fit for purpose

I posted about a kinky knicker maker going bust recently, I was a bit unkind about Mary Portas. Must be kinder to that woman. Nah, I'll stand by what I said.

Anyway, so that nobody thinks I'm all snobby and snooty when it comes to knickers I'd like it on the record that I also own and wear plain cotton multi pack pants from MandS and other places and very practical they are too. I also own a couple of pairs of crotchless pants acquired from, I think, Ann Summers ages ago, so long ago I can't even remember or maybe I'd been drinking at the time. But my new favourite knickers are a pair of plain white cotton full fitting ones with the request 'Spank Me Harder' on the back.

You've seen them because I wore them on holiday last year and showed you them, remember (and wrote about them here) but hadn't worn them since.

I found them crumpled at the bottom of my drawer the other day and decided to wear them to coincide with a request I intended to make of my husband to spank me....ahem....'properly' before the weekend came about because we had guests due over the weekend and spanking was out of the question. And I needed a spanking after shaking off a cold which has been bugging me for several days and depressing my spanking libido. 

I told P I was recovered from my cold but could feel tension creeping in, with guests to cater for over the weekend, watching our p's and q's and all that. I told him perhaps a spanking might help de-stress me. He said he would but he wasn't sure when, he didn't exactly sound enthusiastic. I told him well it would obviously have to be before the weekend so it didn't leave that much time. Then to avoid doubt I told him I needed a 'proper' one too, to see me right through the weekend. I added that things might go wrong otherwise, if I was stressed out, things might be forgotten, I might drink a bit too much, whatever.

My husband kindly took me upstairs that very evening after we got home, and manfully and without ceremony began to divest me of my trousers and underwear with a thumb inside of both. I stopped him with a cry of "Not the knickers please!" and grabbed the front of them to prevent them going down. P continued with the trousers and I kicked them off my feet, then I felt him adjust my knickers back into position, it was obvious he'd seen what was written on them. I bent forward to make sure, then said "Ok you can take them down now." I do believe my bum gave a wiggle as I said it.

"No way," said my astute husband, "they'll stay just where they are and I'll do exactly as they're asking me to, I can't see a time limit on them so this might take a while."

And so it did. And I got just what I needed and then some. And no sex either. I loved it but I was glad he didn't use an implement, I wouldn't have been able to sit for the rest of the evening.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx